The dark underworld was shrouded in an unfamiliar glow from moss-like plants emitting a faint green light.
The rushing sound of the subterranean river reverberated through the semi-enclosed vastness of the space, growing almost disruptive.
In this noisy environment, Yuan Ling'Er slowly awoke, instinctively holding her temples, feeling a pain as if her head were about to explode.
In her daze, she saw Yun Qingshang sitting beside her.
The space here was dim, the only light coming from the faintly glowing moss-like plants on the ground.
With this weak light, Yuan Ling'Er could clearly see the subtle expressions on Yun Qingshang's face across from her.
Yun Qingshang appeared the same as always, calm and indifferent. But clearly, they were in some semi-enclosed underground space. How did she end up here?
Yuan Ling'Er tried her best to recall but could remember nothing. Concentrating made her head feel like it was going to burst, and she couldn't sense any indications of fate.
